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Autumn Beauty

 The tree, their creator.
For a season their home,
The Fall leaves,
Clinging to tree branches,
Withered and crinkled.
Pink, red, gold, orange, purple and brown.
Sunset colours,
Enter the autumn season.

 The tree discards his leaves,
Freeing them of his grasp,
Letting them drift to the land below,
Striping himself of his cloak, his camouflage.
Without a cloak his slender limbs, revealed,
Frail and skinny fingers,
Vulnerable as ever,
Bare for the world to see.

 Leaves float to the ground,
Blanketing, green grass covered earth,
Spreading like a contagious disease.
People trample the fallen old brown leaves,
They crunch and crackle,
Beneath the weight.

 Water gathers in cupped, crunchy curled leaves,
The dew of the morning,
Fairy’s water.

Fallen leaves,
Children’s Autumn game,
Amusing play, Creating piles,
Masses of leaves,
Frolicking enjoyment.
Jumping and burying.

 The wind,
Autumn weather,
Gusts, capturing the leaves,
Scattering them into a holey sheet.
Raking up the leaves, an unwanted job,
Yet worth every leaf of beauty.

AIMING FOR TOP OF WORLD!

Clint King is part of the New Zealand Teakwon-do team heading to the World Championships in Canada this month. He is a 30-year-old Waikeria prison officer who has grown up with a family of Teakwon-do artists. After training hard in Taupo and Auckland, in the 16-strong New Zealand Teakwon-do team, he is convinced that they have a good chance of getting the World Championship title.

I think that he is a very confident person to be aiming so high in his achievements, but a very good roll model to show that it is possible to get close to high set goals if you set your mind to it. Clint King in my opinion must be very, very good at Teakwon-do and I hope that achieves his goal and I look forward to hearing of his success on his return from when he goes to Canada.

Hope

A veil of dark brunette hair spills gracefully down her back. Long elegant dresses of soft blue shows her slim figure. Hanging from her neck, wrists and ears are jewels of sapphire, strung together by small silver chains. She looks like an angel.

Hope’s voice is as sweet as a soprano and flows freely like a river. She sings of the good and the bad of her childhood, the people she has helped pull through the bad and of her beloved friends and family. She lets her voice fly freely to its full extent, her tender voice helps them stay afloat through the river of their darkness as she sings of the light in their life. Grasping to the front of their boat, Hope pulls them out of the darkness into the light where she stands.

To people who have nothing left Hope is the person they turn to, clinging to her as she stays next to them, passing them the light that surrounds her. She comforts these people with good thoughts she learnt from her Mum and has faith in them like she watched her father do as a child.

Hope is the daughter of Confidence and Optimism. Her closest friends are Compassion, Trust and Love who she grew up with. Hatred, Pessimism and Depression are her enemies, they despise her because during her schooling she never gave up. No matter how hard they tried to bully her into surrendering she always had something great to keep her up.

Growing up as an only child, she lived in an ordinary house and neighbourhood with her parents. Life wasn’t always magnificent as a child for her because her parents had many financial problems, often it meant that she missed out on a lot of opportunities. They, as a family, got through it all with Confidences trust, Optimisms good thoughts and Hope’s continuous look to the light. Hope became a councillor as it’s a passion of hers to help people through the bad times. She finds it rewarding to share other people’s joy at finding the light in their life again.